Page 35 of Ruthless Angel

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cash grunted when I kicked him in the knee.

“Anywhere that’s away from here. I’m sick of being a prisoner.” Despite not being able to free myself, I continued to struggle.

He easily carried me back to the house where Blaze and Daire waited. “You’re not a prisoner,” Cash admonished, shoving me toward the other two as he closed and locked the door. “You’re ours, and we’re doing what we feel is best to protect you.”

Blaze caught hold of me, pinning me tight against him. At Daire’s nod, he dragged me back into the kitchen.

“This is bullshit,” I muttered, lacking fury as fear overcame me.

“Take off your clothes,” Daire instructed, standing back with arms crossed, watching me like a hawk.

Blaze released me, staying close, ready to grab me if I tried to run again. All three of them surrounded me. There was nowhere to run now.

“Why?” Filled with suspicion, I made no move to do as he’d said.

Daire wouldn’t be refused. “Take them off or I cut them off.”

I doubted that he carried his knife in his sweatpants. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t fetch it and do exactly as he threatened. Holding his piercing stare, I mustered all the anger I could, hoping he saw it within me.

Slowly, I began to disrobe. I kicked my pink leggings aside, dropping my purple crop top as well. Once I stood there in my underwear, I hesitated.

Daire nodded for me to continue. With a heavy, annoyed sigh, I took off my bra and panties.

“Now get on the table,” Daire instructed. A wicked gleam had filled his eyes. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs.”

The thickening bulge in his sweatpants made me nervous. He loved having me at his mercy. Whatever he had planned for me, Daire was eager for it. The other two were happy to go along with whatever his imagination dreamed up. They were no better than him.

Careful not to step in the broken glass surrounding the table, I hopped up on a chair and laid back on the now empty table. Wary and nervous, I stared at the ceiling.

“Pull up a chair, boys,” Daire said, amusement in his voice. “We’re going to have dessert now.”

What the hell did that mean? I quickly found out.

Daire waited for Cash and Blaze to sit down before stepping up to the table. Leaning over me, he tightly gripped my throat so I couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me, Angel. Now.”

I forced myself to meet his eyes. There was a devil within them, leering out at me with twisted intentions. When he was satisfied with my obedience, he released my throat and sat down at the table.

Grabbing my hips, Daire pulled me to the edge of the table. The small size of the table meant that I took up pretty much all of it. With my ass hovering on the edge, I braced myself with my legs bent, my heels on the table’s edge.

Cash sat above my head. He caught my arms, pulling them up above me, pinning them tight in his massive hands.

I gasped as Daire sucked my clit into his mouth. Trapping it with his teeth, he bit down hard enough to make me yelp. A raging fire filled me, burning in my belly, spreading through my body. My pussy tingled as wetness pooled between my legs.

Daire licked along my slit. His tongue dipped between my folds before circling my clit. A moan stuck in my throat. I did my best to hold back, not wanting to reward Daire’s wackjob behavior. That didn’t last long.

Prying my cheeks apart, he tongued my ass, making a noise come out of me that I’d never heard before. After slapping my pussy, he turned the entire table so that I was now in front of Blaze. Cash moved with the table, keeping my wrists trapped in his hand.

Blaze ran a finger over my wet slit, dipping it inside. “All right, I can get on board with this. We’re going to make you crazy, Dollface. I wonder how many times you can come before you beg us to stop.”

He pressed a finger deep inside me. Then he licked my juices from it before shoving two in my pussy. A flick of his tongue against my clit made my thighs clench. Being splayed on the table for them to feast upon was both incredibly hot and somewhat unnerving.

Daire reached to grasp my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard before rubbing them gently. My back arched as I moaned. Cash’s tight grip kept me from moving much or touching any of them.

Blaze worked my clit until I drew close to coming before pulling away. Nodding to Cash, he turned the table toward him. Cash released my wrists, grabbing my ankles instead. Shoving my legs further apart, he dove in like he was starved for me.

Daire took over holding my hands above my head, making it clear that they were in control here. Not that I’d have thought otherwise.

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